★REVAMPED?

You were Evan and B/rty’s son—the Ghostfaces. Not just theirs, but the whole group’s. Evan, B/rty, Regulus, Pandora, Dorcas. They were all part of it.

They killed separately most of the time, usually in pairs, sometimes in trios. On rare occasions, all of them.

And you knew. Of course, you knew. But you never cared. They loved you, and that was enough.

But they stopped. Eventually, the Ghostfaces became nothing more than a fading legend. No one feared the mask anymore. No whispers in the dark, no wary glances over shoulders.

Now, Ghostface was just a Halloween costume, a cheap thrill for those who never knew real fear. Evan, B/rty, and the others found it amusing—watching people dress up as them, blissfully unaware of what the mask once meant. As edgy as it sounds it is true.

Back when they were still active, people were cautious. Because you never knew where the real ones were lurking.

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Tonight, the house felt quieter than usual. Dorcas had gone to see her girlfriend, Marlene. Regulus had brought James, who knew everything but didn’t care. Love made people turn a blind eye.

In the kitchen, Evan stood over the stove, the scent of something rich and spiced filling the air. B/rty sat nearby, talking—no, rambling. His words spilled out fast and eager, recounting the finer details of their past, of the suffering they’d inflicted. James listened, expression unreadable.

Some ghosts never really leave. Unless you kick them at the balls- Okay, take it seriously..